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Prodigal Juggler NARR: Once there was a juggler… Who had two sons…. The father had one of the best collections of juggling equipment anybody ever owned… The older son faithfully polished his father’s props every day. OLDER SON: I’m faithfully polishing your props, Daddy! NARR: The younger son, however, wanted to see the world. He asked for some props of his own. YOUNGER SON: I’ll take those. Now I’m off to see the world! NARR: Meanwhile, the older son stayed home and faithfully polished his father’s props. OLDER SON: I’m faithfully polishing your props, Daddy! NARR: The younger son met a ditzy airhead. GIRL 1: I’m a ditzy air head! YOUNGER SON: I know! NARR: The prodigal was so taken by her beauty he gave her a token of his affection. YS: I’m going to give you a token of my affection. GIRL !: A sports car! YS: No. GIRL !: Diamond jewelry. YS: nope. Even better. GIRL 1: A Malibu Barbie!!!!!!! YS: No. A prop! GIRL 1: He’s so dreamy! ALL GIRLS: Screaming NARR: Back at home, his brother faithfully polished his father’s props. OS: I’m faithfully polishing your props, Daddy! NARR: The younger son met another ditzy air head... GIRL 2: I’m another ditzy air head. NARR: And still another. GIRL 3: And I’m still another! Narrator: Each time he was so taken by their beauty, he gave them each a prop. ALL GIRLS: Screaming! NARR: Now the prodigal had no props left. He didn’t know what to do. YS: Yes I do. NARR: It says here you don’t. YS: Give me that. NARR: The handsome, GIRLS: ooooooh NARR: talented GIRLS: oooooooh NARR: charming son GIRLS: OOOOOOOOOOH (faint) NARR: had an idea. YS: I’ll go to the local gym and juggle dirty sweat socks. NARR: Meanwhile, back at home, the older son faithfully polished his father’s props. OS: I’m faithfully polishing your props, Daddy! FATHER: I know. All this polish makes them slippery. Watch.. No more polish! NARR: Back at the gym… YS: Juggling dirty sweat socks stinks. Dad my not accept me back as a son, but even his assistants get to juggle once in a while. NARR: The prodigal headed home. And back at home. OS: I’m faithfully polishing your props, Daddy! FATHER: I Said no more polish! NARR: While the prodigal was still a long way off, his father ran to him. FATHER: son YS: Daddy NARR: I said ran and I mean ran. Go back and do it again. FATHER: son YS: Daddy NARR: The father kissed his son lovingly. FATHER& YS: uh, no, no way NARR: They danced for joy... The father brought the boy home and even gave him a brand new set of props. The older son, however, was jealous. OS: I’m jealous. All these years I’ve faithfully polished your props while he was giving his props away to those ditzy air heads. ALL GIRLS: Like, that would be us. FATHER: Son,I’ve always loved you, but your brother who was lost has returned. Let’s celebrate together as a family. NARR: And they did celebrate, because the one who was lost had returned. ALL GIRLS: Now this skit is like totally over. |